Chapter 289 She spat out a mouthful of blood

Sang Yuwan's desire to return to the Ming family grew stronger, and she hurriedly turned around and threw away the plum blossom in her hand.

I was running too fast and my foot slipped.

Minglang rushed forward and grabbed her.

"Madam, what's wrong?"

Sang Yuwan's heart pounded, and her tone was somewhat hurried, "Minglang, I have a strange feeling about me."

Minglang paused for a moment, "The dean said that the aftereffects of the Cold Fragrance Poison can sometimes cause heart palpitations."

Despite Rong Zhi's order for him not to talk nonsense to Sang Yuwan anymore, he couldn't help but speak up.

These lies were all well-intentioned.

Sang Yuwan's heart was still beating a little fast, and a faint blush rose on both cheekbones.

Minglang added, "Madam, it's cold outside, we shouldn't stay any longer. Let's go inside."

As the two were talking, a cold wind blew up.

Sang Yuwan didn't feel cold, but she did feel a little sad.

She paused, then looked up at him.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, with sparse clouds that looked as if they had been carefully combed by the cold wind. Each cloud had distinct edges and drifted leisurely across the vast sky.

"Minglang, go get the car, we're going back to the Ming family home."

Upon hearing this, Minglang trembled, filled with fear and unease. "Madam, it's too late to return to the Ming family at this hour. How about we go tomorrow?"

Sang Yuwan's gaze darkened slightly, and her tone became much harsher, "Now my words don't carry any weight, do they?"

"No... Madam, what I meant..." Minglang was sweating profusely and stammered as he spoke.

Sang Yuwan glanced at him coldly, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

"Go get the car."

He spoke each word deliberately, forcefully, brooking no argument.

Minglang's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to say, "Madam, I'll go get the key from Second Master right away."

Sang Yuwan paused, frowning. "Why do I need to get the keys to my car from him?"

Minglang made up another lie, "Second Master's car went for maintenance, and he's been driving your car these past few days."

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened. "What kind of person is Rong Zhi? How could he only have one car? Minglang, kneel down before me."

Minglang's mind went blank for a moment, and he shivered. "Madam, I..."

He knelt on the floor tiles, trembling with fear.

The winter sky is a tranquil and profound painting, clear and cold. Yet, when the cold wind blows, it makes people shiver.

Sang Yuwan lowered her eyes, her delicate features showing anger. "Are you hiding something from me?"

Minglang lowered his head and whispered, "No...no..."

When Sang Yuwan saw that he wouldn't admit it, she broke off a tree branch and hit him twice on the back.

The winter clothes were already quite thick, so Minglang didn't feel much of a pain from those two blows. But his heart ached with each pang.

It was as if Sang Yuwan was lashing not his back, but his heart.

Minglang bit his lip and slapped himself twice. "Madam, I can do it myself. Don't upset the baby."

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved violently, and two balls of anger blazed in her eyes.

When Rong Zhi finished dealing with his business and came out, he was shocked to see this scene and rushed over.

He grabbed the branch in Sang Yuwan's hand and said nervously, "Wanwan, if you want to punish him, just leave it to me. Why do it yourself?"

Sang Yuwan didn't let go, her pretty face tense. "Rong Zhi, tell me, has something happened to the Ming family?"

Rong Zhi's heart sank, and his eyes flickered slightly. "Something has indeed happened to the Ming family."

Minglang suddenly looked up, his eyes widening, "Second Master?"

Rong Zhi looked at Sang Yuwan and slowly said, "Ming Zhan is injured."

Upon hearing this, Minglang felt a lump in his throat and looked at Sangyuwan with worry.

"Second Brother is injured?" Sang Yuwan was shocked, her face paling slightly. "Was it during training? Is it serious?"

Rong Zhi remained calm and said gently, "It's a bit serious."

"Second Master?" Minglang was extremely flustered.

Rong Zhi continued, "Wanwan, Mingzhan's condition is a bit serious, but fortunately his life isn't in danger. Don't worry."

Sang Yuwan's head suddenly felt heavy, and she felt a little dizzy, as if the boat she was on was gently rocking on the waves, making it impossible for her to find a stable support.

A few seconds later, my eyelids involuntarily wanted to close. Even when I was trying to stay awake, I could feel an invisible force pulling at me, trying to drag my consciousness into a deep sleep.

She was silent for a few seconds, then asked Rong Zhi, "Where is Second Brother now?"

"At the hospital," Rong Zhi replied truthfully.

Sang Yuwan clenched her fingers, a sudden surge of metallic sweetness rose in her throat, making her feel nauseous, and she opened her mouth and vomited.

A strong smell of blood quickly filled the air.

On the ground, it looked as if countless blood-red plum blossoms had bloomed.

"Madam..." Minglang was so shocked that he scrambled to his feet.

Rong Zhi's gaze darkened, and he scooped Sang Yuwan up in his arms and rushed into the room.

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Lingtian Hospital.

Ming Zhan faintly heard weak sobs.

He paused for a moment, then slowly pulled open his eyelids.

The world before my eyes went from blurry to clear.

A handsome face came into clear view.

"Miss Bo Liu..."

His voice was very hoarse, with a texture like sand rubbing against each other, and every utterance was like a silent struggle deep in his throat.

Bo Xinglan looked up abruptly, tears welling up in her eyes and her voice trembling slightly, "Senior, you're awake."

Mingzhan struggled to sit up, turned to the side, and handed her a tissue. "What's wrong?"

Bo Xinglan blinked, tears welling up in her eyes. They shimmered with a faint light, like the gentlest stars in the night sky, accidentally fallen to earth, wetting her eyelashes and making her eyes appear even deeper and more dreamlike.

"Senior, it's good that you're awake."

Mingzhan asked her, "What time is it?"

Bo Xinglan took the phone and glanced at it. "Four o'clock in the afternoon."

Mingzhan frowned. "You slept for so long just to take a nap?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to throw off the covers and get out of bed.

Bo Xinglan hurriedly got up, "Senior, the doctor said you need to rest in bed..."

Mingzhan smiled and said, "It's alright. I know what I'm doing."

Seeing that he was determined to get up, Bo Xinglan pursed her lips and said softly, "Senior, do you want to go see Assistant Ji?"

Ming Zhan paused for a moment, then his smile deepened. "How did you know?"

Bo Xinglan, clutching a tissue, asked, "Did Second Brother transfer Assistant Ji to another hospital?"

Mingzhan's chest heaved slightly. "Transfer to another hospital? Where to?"

His breathing became rapid and heavy, each breath seeming to cause a slight vibration in his chest. Every now and then, he would take a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, but the anxiety was like a persistent, intractable disease.

Bo Xinglan's voice was barely audible, "A hospital in Beijing."

Ming Zhan was stunned and speechless for a long time.